Too Late to Say Sorry novel Chapter 8

While David was in the shower, he instructed me to wash the clothes he’d worn the previous night. Seeing the lipstick stain so prominently on his jacket collar, the flame I’d held onto for years instantly extinguished. I wiped off the lipstick without a word, then placed his clothes in a dry-cleaning bag.

Just then, a message came from Erik Brown: *"Cora, you know I won’t give up."*

Erik, a mutual friend of David and mine, had confessed to me countless times over the past decade, but I had always turned him down. However, now I felt I finally had an answer. I opened the chat and typed the response he’d been waiting for all these years: *"When do we get married?"*

Within a second, Erik replied, *"Give me a month! I’ll come and marry you!"*

After putting down my phone, I felt an unusual sense of relief. Just one month—it would pass quickly.

Later that afternoon, when I returned home with the dry-cleaned clothes, David was sober. His mood seemed lighter as he grabbed my hand with enthusiasm.

“Helena came back because she got divorced,” he said excitedly. “We need to help her settle back in!”

“Let’s see, you can start by cleaning up the master bedroom and moving out so Helena can stay there. Oh, and she loves pink, so head to the mall and pick out some pink furniture for her.”

“And one more thing, she’s a bit of a germaphobe! She’s also allergic to peanuts, so be careful about that…” David went on, listing every tiny detail about Helena with remarkable attentiveness.

I stood there, stunned by his thoroughness. When we were together, he often ordered seafood even though he knew I was allergic. I’d thought he was just a careless person. But now I saw he could be both attentive and thoughtful—only, that side of him wasn’t for me.

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